The situation in this country is very bad in every way. Nothing works properly—from hospitals to garbage collection.

This happened to me on January 6th, the day of the Three Wise Men. I woke up to go to work on my first day back after Christmas & New Year’s.

I know my people, and what they like best is to gather around the table with their families, to share a supper at the end of the year.

It’s Saturday, and Cubans refuse to give up on happiness. Since I opened my eyes, I’ve been hearing music and a commotion on the street.

Now, I will tell you about an incident I had a few days ago when I was returning home from work.

I didn’t understand why they were so determined not to want to help me? It’s their job, but in Cuba few people want to do their job well.

We reached the park, lots of families were with their small children, couples and friends… but what were they celebrating?

Hoping not to bore you, I want to tell you about some of the things Cubans are talking about the most on the street these days.

These are the phone conversations between two friends who were determined to help each other our in these hard times in Cuba.